The Bad Boy

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Chapter 9

Vera

Ignore Blaise Harleen. That was my goal for today.

I closed my locker and glanced down at the tiled floors to ensure I hadn’t dropped another scene from one of my smutty stories. I didn’t need anyone else deciding to blackmail me like Blaise was.

Piper pushed some pink hair over her shoulder and smirked at me. “I still can’t believe you dropped one of your stories yesterday and Blaise picked it up. That’s some real romance novel shit, Vera.”

“Okay, okay,” I said, glancing around the halls nervously. “Can you lower your voice?!”

Maddie looped her arm around mine. “We’re just excited for you, V.”

“How are you guys excited that I’m being blackmailed?!”

They looked at each other and grinned like psychopaths. Sure, my life wasn’t that exciting but I didn’t need a distraction. We had only a few more months in Redwood Academy and we’d all be out of this shitty town. A few months, I needed to survive and not be blackmailed.

When the first bell rang, signalling that we only had a few more minutes to get to class, Piper waved us off and walked toward the science wing for chemistry. I shuffled closer to Maddie and kept my gaze focused on the ground as we walked.

As we approached World History, I spotted Blaise talking to the school slut, Skylar. There wasn’t anything wrong with being a slut—hell, sex was what I wrote about in my stories all the time—but there was something about the way she touched Blaise that really ticked me off.

But I didn’t care. Not today.

Because, in my world, Blaise didn’t exist. Not until he threatened to tell all of Redwood about my word porn that I had been writing for what seemed like years now. Then, I’d entertain him for a few moments, and that was it.

When I walked past him, Blaise caught my eye and pushed himself off the red metal lockers, following me into the class and toward the back, where we both apparently sat now. And my best friend took her seat and grinned at me, as if she wanted all the details later.

Blaise pulled something out of his pocket and waved it at me. “Thought I’d make some edits to one of your stories. No need to thank me.”

Furrowing my brows at the paper, I realized that it wasn’t one of the smutty stories that had fallen out of my notebook, but instead it was the entire damn notebook. My eyes widened. “Where did you find this?”

“In your backpack yesterday afternoon.”

Blaise cracked half a smirk and sat down in the seat beside me, completely pissing off Skylar, who glared at me from across the classroom. She must’ve thought that I actually wanted him. I didn’t—let’s get that straight—and I definitely didn’t touch myself last night, thinking about what he had done to me either.

Stomach tightening into knots, I looked down at the notebook on my desk to see my first-draft manuscript marked up with red pen, words crossed out and replaced with even filthier ones that I couldn’t read without blushing.

“You actually read more of my stories?” I asked, cheeks flushing at the thought of Blaise sitting down to read about two dirty-mouthed characters going at it. Wanting to divert the attention from me, I let out a laugh. “I didn’t think you had the attention span.”

“And I didn’t pin you as a brat,” Blaise said, sitting back in his seat and letting out a laugh, muscles flexing against his black T-shirt that seemed to hug all the right places. “But then again, I didn’t think anything dirty could come out of that virgin mind of yours either.”

“Can you not scream that to everyone?” I whisper-yelled at him, pressing my lips together and glaring. I leaned closer to him and poked him in his hard, taut chest. “And I’m not a virgin anymore, thanks to you. You can stop calling me that.”

“You’re welcome.”

This man had the damn audacity.

I flared my nostrils and turned back to my books, fuming. “It wasn’t even that good.”

He wiped his heartbreaker smirk off his face in less than a millisecond and looked in my direction. “What did you say? I thought I heard the girl who begged for my cum tell me that it wasn’t even that good. Does her little back-talking mouth need a reminder of who is in control of our situation? Because I can let everyone know how much of a slut you really are, Vera.”

Pressing my lips together, I turned away from him and looked up at The Grinch, who started her lesson for the day, mentioning that, today, we would start our forsaken project.

“Is that what you want?” he asked me.

I cut my eyes to him. “No.”

“Prove it,” Blaise murmured into my ear, drawing a finger up my thigh. “Suck my dick.”

“We’re in class!” I whisper-yelled.

“Come on, Vera. We’re in the back, that bitch barely looks at the class, and”—he gestured down to the huge bulge in his jeans—“look how hard I am for you.”

Deciding that I’d only take a peek, I glanced down at his pants and gulped, the warmth pooling between my legs. I didn’t know how he hid it in the hallways, not that I was looking, but his cock was pressed against his jeans, leaving a noticeable imprint down his leg.

He grabbed my hand and placed it on his cock, stroking it up and down and not letting me pull away, not that I wanted to either. Since yesterday, my fucked up head had been aching for him to push himself back inside me.

“All you gotta do is lean down behind the desk.”

“You’re not going to push my head down there?”

He chuckled. “I’m not a head-pusher, but you won’t be able to resist it.”

“I will.”

Instead of arguing more with me, he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, then pulled himself out, his thick, veiny, and hard cock throbbing in his hand. He leaned over, pushed two fingers into my pants, then my pussy, and curled them inside of me, hitting my G-spot.

“Thanks,” he said, pulling out his now-wet fingers and moving the wetness around the head of his cock.

I cursed under my breath and leaned back in my seat, so I could see him stroke himself better, my pussy pulsing with excitement. My nipples hardened against my bra, heart racing. Though I continued to remind myself that I really wasn’t supposed to be enjoying this, I couldn’t help it.

After muttering, “Fuck it,” to myself, I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock and stroked it up and down, hungry to take him into my mouth.

But I wouldn’t. Not here.

Brows furrowed together and dark brown eyes fixed on me, he grunted so softly that I didn’t think I heard him. I stroked him faster underneath the table, staring up at the teacher and rubbing my thighs together to relieve some tension.

Blaise pushed my legs apart and thrust a finger into me, his palm hitting my sensitive clit. I clenched around him and bit my lip to hold back a whimper, hand tightening around his shaft and making the head of his cock pink.

With his bicep flexing, Blaise took control and rammed his fingers into me harder and harder until I had to slap a hand over my mouth to hold back a moan and was tipping over the edge, an unruly orgasm ripping through my entire body.

The Grinch looked right back at us, right at me, and tensed. “Get with your partners and head to the library for research.” She clenched her jaw, crossing her boney arms over her chest. “Blaise and Vera, stay behind.”

And that’s when I knew that Blaise had gotten us in a shitload of trouble.

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